A Chocolate-Flavored Evening

Luca now looked ragged, having lost all his belongings and money. Though he had made it safely into the empire, he resembled a vagrant.

“Madwoman! Damned madwoman!” he cursed bitterly.

He had thought the difference between himself and Vina wouldn’t be great, but he discovered she could easily overwhelm him. He tried to create a commotion to draw the imperial guards, but Vina’s first instinct was to eliminate all witnesses.

Fortunately, he had summoned enough guards to make her reconsider.

Regardless, he was left like a vagrant, penniless and wearing a tattered shirt, with two broken ribs and numerous other injuries.

He needed to find a place to recuperate…

As he pondered this, he collapsed weakly by the roadside. Now, his only hope was the Monday Night Starry Tea Gathering. Maybe next week, he could cooperate well with that pirate and quickly enter the Empress’s field of vision…

He struggled to his feet, gritting his teeth against the pain.

Damned madwoman, truly damned! Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west—never underestimate the young and poor!

****

“Look, Marta, do you like it? This is a chocolate cake, and it’s decorated with an eternal bouquet!” Ophelia excitedly presented the birthday gift she had bought for Marta.

Marta hesitated.

“Your Majesty, you actually knew I like chocolate cake? And this eternal bouquet…”

She stared at the vibrant eternal bouquet.

Her eyes sparkled with renewed light, like the shimmering surface of a lake.

“Thank you, Your Majesty, I really like it.”

Ophelia, with her hands behind her back, bounced with joy. “Hehe, I knew you would!”

Of course, I finished the novel, so I at least know what you like.

Marta seemed to cherish the eternal bouquet, holding it close and smiling.

Ophelia felt a surge of happiness.

“Your Majesty, can I make a request?” Marta carefully placed the bouquet aside and turned to Ophelia.

“Ah, I thought you had forgotten,” Ophelia muttered under her breath. Damn, I had planned to use a huge surprise to overshadow this, but Marta remembered it clearly!

“Your Majesty, what were you saying?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Ophelia laughed. “What request does Marta have in mind?”

Of course, she wanted the Queen to remove her clothes and lie down, then have the cake smeared on her body before eating both the cake and the Queen.

But she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Gazing into Ophelia’s somber yet clear eyes, Marta felt a profound trust. She wrestled with her conscience.

But what else could she ask for? Requesting the Queen not to interact with other girls was a futile dream at present.

Perhaps ask the Queen for a kiss?

Yes, a kiss. That day, Vina had forcefully pinned the Queen down and done so much more. The image was still vivid in her mind. Thinking of that scene made Marta’s heart race with an indescribable emotion and longing.

“I hope… Your Majesty will feed me the cake…”

“Of course,” Ophelia breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to bring over the plate.

“What I mean is, mouth to mouth.”

“Ah, I know… Ah?”

Ophelia turned around in surprise.

Marta’s cheeks were flushed, but her gaze was resolute.

Ophelia was taken aback.

“Mouth to mouth? Mouth to mouth? Ah? Eh?” She felt her mind spinning.

This was a scene she had seen countless times in anime and manga, but experiencing it herself was far from enjoyable. Mainly, it was embarrassing.

“Umm, we’re both girls, right?”

Ophelia asked cautiously.

“Yes, but Your Majesty also said you would grant any of my wishes. I don’t think my request is too much to ask.” Marta seemed shy, but her eyes were fearless.

Ophelia looked at the cake.

She swallowed hard.

She had made a promise and couldn’t go back on it, but this was just too embarrassing!

The sun began to set.

Time and sunlight flowed gently, and a soft evening breeze rustled the flowers outside the window.

Ophelia carefully scooped a spoonful of chocolate cake into her mouth.

“Your Majesty, umm…” Marta swallowed hard. “Please, sit in my lap.”

So embarrassing.

I’ve never even touched a girl in my twenty-plus years of life, and now I’m supposed to sit in her lap?

She sat astride Marta, who embraced her, and they locked eyes.

Ophelia felt as if her entire body was on fire.

The chocolate cake in her mouth had melted, transforming from a cold sweetness to a warm one, but she barely noticed, hesitant to proceed.

Kissing a girl? I have no experience…

She slowly leaned in.

“Ahh!” With a soft cry, it was clear Marta was not one to endure. She leaned forward eagerly.

First, she gently licked the chocolate residue from Ophelia’s lips.

Then, forcefully, she opened Ophelia’s mouth, savoring the melted chocolate cake.

Desperate to taste, it was unclear whether she was savoring the chocolate or something else. Ophelia collapsed in Marta’s lap until all the liquid in her mouth was devoured, including her saliva.

She was limp with exhaustion.

Her body always reacted strangely when forced into such acts, leaving her weak and powerless. If this trait appeared in a character, it would certainly be memorable, just like a butter girl protagonist. Please don’t make me the butter girl protagonist…

“Your Majesty, the cake—” Marta reached for the cake.

Her heart raced.

A drizzle of chocolate clung to the Queen’s lips, her hair was tousled, and her expression suggested she had just endured a vigorous activity.

Marta gently flipped her hand, allowing the chocolate cream to drip down, tracing a path to Ophelia’s throat and disappearing into her collar.

Marta extended her tongue.

“Eek! Marta?”

The Queen exclaimed in surprise.

She tried to push Marta away, but her arms were weak. Her body trembled slightly, and she felt a growing warmth where they touched.

“I’m eating the chocolate, Your Majesty. Please don’t move.”

Following the path down her throat, Marta slowly licked away the chocolate cream.

She unbuttoned the collar, helping to clean the cream, which had even reached Ophelia’s flat, white abdomen. Marta eagerly cleaned it all.

It was such a sweet chocolate, a tempting indulgence, slowly drawing them deeper…

“Marta, you!”

A voice full of disbelief came from the side.

Like waking from a deep sleep, Hizeta stared blankly at the scene. Marta felt a sense of clarity, but Ophelia clung tightly to her.

The evening breeze was gentle, as was the sound of insects in the twilight.

Marta would remember this day—the chocolate-flavored evening, the chocolate-flavored kiss, and the chocolate-flavored her.